Wow, what a long weekend. We’re back in Trumansburg after about 1,500 miles of driving and 15 pounds of turkey eating. What fun!

We returned to a not-yet-done roof and a still-ugly house … and a thermostat reading 45°. Our pilot light has been re-lit and we’re rekindling our excitement for the area with a copy of Edible Finger Lakes. Lisa’s already learned that there’s a local salt vein we need to explore. Yum!

I can haz turkey?

Read Our Book:

Read about Paul fighting off a charging bear with a Fat Tire beer can (kinda made up). And this: Lisa meeting a talking piece of poo in the middle of the desert (maybe that was dehydration). And we realize that the meaning of life is wrapped up in a motel waffle (this is probably true).